The End

By Jim Osburn

For three students trapped in the M K ULTRA mind control project, it is hard to tell the difference between the beginning and the ending. Sometimes there is no difference.
It could be the beginning of World War III, or it could be the end of the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jim Osburn
• Release date: Oct 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452351605

Jim Osburn

Jim Osburn is a retired consultant in Public Administration as a foreigh service officer with extensive service in Latin America, the Caribbean, and the Middle East. He has written one prior book and four plays that have been produced in community theaters. He has been married for over 60 years to artist Margaret Osburn, and they have five adult children.

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The End ?

By Jim Osburn

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Copyright 2010 Jim Osburn

ISBN 978-1-4523-5160-5

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This book is a work of fiction. All characters not specifically named and identified are fictional and not based on any real person, living or dead.

To those who

did not survive

the cruel research

of project M K ULTRA

Chapter 1

Balboa high school, Panama Canal Zone

11 November 1969

Amy Gayle watched the small group of demonstrators in front of Balboa High School for a moment, then strolled through the group of picketers, took a seat on a ledge on the other side, and pulled a sketch pad out of the shopping bag she was carrying.

They were all seniors, all wearing black arm bands, and a few carrying crudely lettered signs reading NO WAR or OUT OF NAM NOW. They were not a rowdy bunch as demonstrations go, but it was hard to escape their sincerity, even when their efforts to chant anti-war slogans together faded out for lack of enthusiasm. The three cameramen who mingled among them snapping streams of photographs were more than conspicuous. It was obvious that some of the demonstrators were trying hard to avoid the cameras.

One of the photographers stopped just a few feet in front of Amy and snapped a series of pictures. Amy didn’t react in any way at all, but when he finished, she said flatly, You’re wasting your time.

The cameraman moved his camera to his side. He said nothing, but by his expression it was obvious that he was expecting an explanation.

You can intimidate the Army brats, she said icily, They know their parents can get in trouble with their kids demonstrating against the war. There was nothing insulting in calling them Army brats. Everybody called them that, even if they were perfect angels. I’m not an Army brat, she added.

So who are you? he asked.

Embassy, she said simply. We’re a mean bunch. Hard to spook.

The photographer didn’t seem to be convinced. His manner suggested that he was issuing